The spoils are good, and our people grow in he Queen has decided that we would align ourselves with other powers in the world, but such is not the Mazurian way. We have always been to ourselves, and for many of the more servative leaders, this is a nightmare sario. Or at least, it would be if our successes wouldn't be so numerous. Calling any Sor a friend is a hard to digest cept for many Mazurians, but the Queen decreed those who fight uhe blue fg are our allies. Allies against the storm of war. Allies against the storm of death. I for one, wele these ges when I look at our successes. Perhaps the previous Mazurio lords were wrong?-Kicks-The-Buckets Lizardman Chieftain to his battle-kin

  POV Carmil Bloodcrested, Daughter of the Red Queen

  The world burns, and it scares me.

  Eden's pn is rather insane. A coalitioween our nations was thought to be impossible, and I was sure that mother would have blocked it from going through. Apparently, by the time I returned home, there had already been multiple spatial incursions. Even now, the *things* from beyond rampage throughout all the nds. Not a siio notice them. Mother rapidly agreed to the coalition, something that truly scares me.

  She would never ally with an imperial, a pirate, and one of the spatial creatures we fight normally, but this is far from normal. Our main oppos are the Eastern Wardens, and the greenskins. On top of the spacethings we have been fighting of course. How could the mortals so easily throw their lives away? Why are they so careless with something they already have in short supply? Truly, if Esstrey is anything to go by, mortals are all naturally insane.

  Insane as they are, they are not to be uimated. Today I am up against the greenskin hordes, mostly to keep them in check, so Ede have to divert his already stretched supply against them as well. He is surrounded enough as is. While the loud greenskins are annoying to fight, I am happy that I am not deployed in the western part of the li against the wardens. Xygar was deployed there, and the wardens have a long history of fighting the undead. Their magics specializing in dealing with undead make them the reason the eastern Empire doesn't fall.

  "WAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!" The noise of the wave is sounded over the hill, as orcs covered in aint charge at a thin line of skeletons. The orcs carrying goblins on their backs like mounted knights would, the orcs crude attempt at intimidation fall on dead ears. A siing glittering fog envelops the nd, a cloud of spores that enhance rage. Had the orcs been fighting a human, the spores would turn the fight into a crude brawl. Shifting the fight to favor the more physically ined orcs. Instead of fag berserked humans, they face the armies of the Li today. The bones do not feel emotion, and the spores do nothing except for making them glitter in the sun.

  Unfortunately, disciplined bones only do so much, and the greenskins smash through the lines with ease. The greenskins roar victoriously, and I give the signal to deploy the Ks. The celebrations of the orcs is short lived, as heavily armored corpses burst from the ground. Striking at them from below. Most goblins are still high on top of their orc steeds from the fungal spores, and victory. Even as the orcs below them fall to the ground. I myself shift into death mana shaped like a cloud of bats. Most pns rarely survive tact with the enemy, but the pns of the undead have always been rather resilient.

  A liters the battlefield alongside me, bstih magi the beleaguered greenskins. It quickly devolves from a frantic melee to a sughter, and more are added to our number for every that falls. Until the lich gets hit by a bst of fire magic himself, and is forced to retreat out of the battle. A goblin wearings skulls surveys the battlefield, and a disgusting life spell is cast. Dying and dead greenskins each stand back up, they lock their weak gazes upon each other. The dead are kept moving by the lich, while the dying are kept moving by the shaman. The lull in battle is interrupted by the Ks. Systematically cutting a way through the horde. The living versus the dead. The shaman starts bsting life magi the Ks, aiming to cripple our armored core at distance.

  His casting is interrupted by an angry cloud of bats f into a pale woman.

  "Мен сен? таптым! С?з ?лттар Коалициясына к?п ?иынды? тудырды?ыз, брат!" I say it in fluent greenskin, and I reize his garb along with his terror. That is an acolyte of the great shaman.(I found you! You've caused a lot of trouble for the Coalition of Nations, brat!)

  The goblin takes a pouch out of his rucksack, and sniffs at it. Disgusting. Some shimmering powder is left as residue on his nose.

  "VAMP?R!" The shaman screeches it, growing more enraged by the moment. He starts flinging many different types of magi my dire. I dodge to the sides to the best of my abilities, despite me being a superior being to this green little shit, he is still chosen by the great shaman. Uimating the magical capacity of mortals has been recorded to be a frequent demise of cocky undead. The goblin proves my assessment correct, when he never seems to slow with flinging spells. This is how Esstrey must have felt when she fought The Demon Lord. All my effort is being spent on evasion.

  The shaman, as powerful as he is. Is not very capable of forward-thinking. The goblin believes he has me backed into a er, only for him to get hit by a death beam. The goblin mao deploy a barrier against it at the st moment, but the dying skin on the goblin speaks volumes of how close it was. A lich emerges into the battle, the same one as before. It is only now that the shaman notices I have been leading him away from battle, away from his forces the eime.

  He gets enraged, and starts hitting both me and the lich with a renewed offensive. Sn the entire tents of his rucksack while doing so. I hear his heartbeat speed up beyond mortal limits. He will not survive this battle regardless of the oute, but before he fully make use of it, he is decapitated from shoulder to side by a k. It had snuck up on him after they were victorious itle below.

  The k gives a short bow to both me and the lich, and takes his leave. I dust off my clothes a bit, and the lich approaches me.

  "I do not often enjoy things, but seeing greenskins die in such rge numbers does bring a smile to my skull." Brynkarr was my assigned backup for this se, and has a rge preference for offensive magics.

  "Thanks for the assist Sir Brynkarr, the greenskins are a greater threat than I had foreseen." Before repare for the wave, a new signature ehe battlefield. Another of the living approaches the nd of the dead. Brynkarr is already charging up another spell in preparation.

  "Hold your fire, it's a friendly." A harpy with light blue armband, and a crudely painted blue kettle helmet on her head.

  "I bring message from scary fish! Is for... uhhh... Lady Sucky!" I sigh, yeah, that sounds like Esstrey alright. As much as The Coalition has aspects of it that I would prefer that do. The sheer fact that Xygar has been telling me about Wardeors joining his ranks is most baffling to me, and more than makes up for the... crude nguage my allies so frequently employ.

  "Yeah that's me." Brynkarr is doing his best to hide his smile, but his ck of lips is not enough to hide it from me. I try to read the letter, only to be interrupted by a new noise in the distance.

  "WAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!"

  "Goddess dammit!"